Eightball (8Ball)

Eightball (8Ball) - We Started This songtekst

Je score:

We started the shit  and we gon' finish the shit!

 MJG:

 Riding down the strip on a trip in my 'Ham sammich
 Started this shit and I'm gon' finish yes I am dammit
 We gonna slam it down like to hit it  here its shitted
 Here its time for them niggas in Memphis  Tenn to get deep within it
 How deep? shit the devil stay right down the street
 and why you mad? the rebels tied a brother by his feet
 for what, for what I don't know they tied him to a pickup truck
 then posted up and down like they didn't really give a fuck
 I get rid of bigots with bad racial equalities
 bust back at KKK's who try to follow me
 these hollowties saving my ass in crucial situations
 any other tactics I need, I use imagination
 I'm ten steps ahead of your ass type of nigga
 shit that I already know you try to figure
 give up, put your ship up, don't try to sail
 don't you see we got this shit built up, can't pry a nail
 in my foundation my sound making too many bump all out the trunk
 get crunk and blow blunts and buck jump
 ain't no luck chump we come intentional with this dope shit
 using a pen or a pencil back when I wrote this
 space age, feel it perculatin' but all this hurt and hatin'
 still keep on bringing people back to old situations
 I change the stations but they playing the same list
 we started the shit and we gon' finish the shit

 Chorus (4x)

 Eightball:

 Mental battlescars polluting my cranium
 watered down fake niggas I'm draining 'em and training 'em
 Claiming them Suave House niggas to the dirt bitch
 cross the family and you gon' find yourself gettin hurt, bitch
 peices all in a nigga mind it ain't reality
 fuck reconciliation, niggas don't want no unity
 born dyin every minute death is closer to me
 its like I'm in a movie, except I'm feeling everything
 pain when another motherfucker try to touch me
 anger when a petty player faker try to fuck me
 8-B-A-double L, fat M-A-C
 nice with a mic and I don't think you wanna fuck with me
 love head doctors and I don't mean a psyciatrist
 bitches with that lip grip tighter than a gorilla fist
 pimp shit, when is everybody gonna learn
 Pimps and gangstas make the universe turn
 poverty with the right amount of hustle turns to riches
 but wrong situations turn hard niggas to bitches
 I was born in the war zone fought for everything I got
 learned about my hustle, nigga worked and made the shit hot
 hoes started jockin niggas, boppin like they bitches too
 other niggas mad cause they only sold a tape or two
 fuck what you heard nigga fuck who you be
 suave got the hookup cause suave got the cheese nigga

 Chorus (8x
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